My trip to LA and Vegas went swimmingly. I don't think I've eaten that much red meat in that short a time in about fifteen years.
Part of the problem was this place:
It's this lovely little bar in LA that serves a gajillion kinds of beer and locally-made wines and they also happen to make the most delicious burger. EVER. There's crazy goodness in it, like caramelized onions and then the fries come with some ridiculous garlic-flavored mayonnaise that tries to kill you with its tastiness. My friend Viv goes there a lot. If I lived in LA, I think I would, too.
On the way to Vegas, I did have to partake of this:
In and Out. I hate to say it, but I really don't get the hype. It was good, but it wasn't life-changing, man.
We also went to Disneyland:
Where I stalked and got a paparazzi shot of Pooh:
And then I stole him and brought him home:
Also, this is Viv's dog, Baron:
He did not want me to knit in the car. And so he sat on my knitting and fell asleep.
We also looked around Santa Monica. Of course, before we even hit the beach, I had to go here:
Where I bought these:
I know I'm all about using stash right now, but my aunt is going through a hard time (my cousin has just been diagnosed with some crazy autoimmune disorder) so I will make her a nice shawl out of this lovely Auracania fingering cotton.
There are my feet, touching California beach for the first time in my life:
And my first glance at its water:
And my travel knitting, which turned out to be a perfect match for the beachiness of my trip:
It's a lightweight clapotis using two strands of Jojoland Harmony laceweight together. I got a lot done over two six-hour flights and two four-hour drives.
I'm almost tempted to move out there.